Like a Dust Particle

November 30, 1930

I want to be smaller,
Like a dust particle
Which moves with the wind.
It goes everywhere.

Can go
Sit on the head of a king,

Or can go
And fall at the feet of someone.

And it can go
And sit everywhere.

But I want to be a particle of dust
That is fragrant,
That is nourishing,
That is enlightening.